Just A Little Taste Read Free

the staring contest first and
stepped to the nearest row of shelves, reading the labels. He moved
along as if he were in a library, reading the spines of the
books.
    “How many bottles do you suppose are down
here?” he asked.
    “I don't know. Five thousand? Maybe
more.”
    “That's incredible. I've never seen a
collection like this. It makes my little wine cooler back home look
pathetic.”
    She laughed that lyrical laugh of hers and
told him to finish his wine.
    “I'm starting to think you're trying to get
me drunk,” he teased.
    “Do I need to?”
    His cock sprang to life, and he forgot all
about the bottle of 1787 Lafite he was looking for. He set his
glass down on a nearby wine barrel and did the same with hers.
    “Does this answer your question?” he asked,
cupping her cheeks in his hands. Staring deep into her eyes, he
dipped his head toward hers. Their lips brushed against each other
in a whisper of a kiss.
    The spark of electricity between them
surprised him. But her sweetness stalled his thinking. He could
only feel.
    Brax moved his mouth over hers, memorizing
every soft detail. Every delicate sound coming from her throat,
every breath.
    Her arms wound tightly around his neck,
pulling him closer. He had no objections.
    Closing his eyes, he deepened the kiss,
reveling in her warmth. They shared a breath, and he let his tongue
slide along the seam of her lips. His hands roamed down over the
curve of her waist to the flare of her hips before sliding up her
bare back to cup her shoulders. She opened for him; in the next
moment she pressed herself against him, her breasts crushing
against his chest.
    He groaned and tightened his hold. Their
tongues collided and tangled, and her fingers threaded through his
hair. She tasted like the wine, only sweeter. Warmer. Wetter.
    Reveling in her kiss, her touch, he ran one
hand down her spine and felt her shiver against him. He cupped her
ass with his palm and pulled her hard against him. His body soaked
up the soft feel of her. The way her hips shifted against his
erection made him think of an erotic dance. It made him wish they
were both naked with an exotic song playing in the background.
Something seductive and heady...like Elise.
    A bolt of white-hot electricity jolted
through him when she sucked on his tongue. He groaned into her
mouth and shoved his hips against hers.
    She pulled back, gasping for air. Brax
searched her gaze and found a look of blazing desire that matched
what he felt. It served to heat his blood more.
    She leaned in close and rubbed her cheek
against his. The tips of her fingers gently scraped along his
scalp, giving him chills.
    “I have a secret,” she whispered.
    “I promise to keep it.”
    She laughed, and he loved the sound of it. So
light and happy. So genuine.
    “I'm not wearing any panties.” Her voice was
husky, seductive, and he felt the impact of her words deep in his
gut. His cock was fighting to get out, to dive into her.
    She pulled back and met his eyes. The corner
of her delicious mouth was turned up in a way that made him think
of his cock sliding in and out of those lips. He grinned down at
her. Naughty girl.
    “And I bet no bra either,” he murmured,
staring pointedly at the ample cleavage on display.
    “Wouldn't you like to find out.” Such a saucy
reply from such a seemingly demure woman. Damn, he was going to
come if he wasn't careful.
    “I certainly would.” He wrapped his hands
around the back of her shoulders and held her still as his tongue
trailed down from her collarbone to the valley between her
breasts.
    Elise let her head fall back as his lips
trailed over her skin, feathering kisses. Heat spread over her
slowly, as if every inch was catching fire. He kneaded her
shoulders with his fingers and nipped at the side of her breast. A
sound somewhere between a laugh and a sigh escaped her lips, and
she clutched his head with her hands.
    Slowly he made his way back up to her lips,
kissing each corner before